Quadruple split

Game time PM20:47

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[Welcome back, chaotic and evil Mo, will soon enter the realm of innocence, wish you a good night]

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The northwest continent of the Innocence, deep underground at the end of the Dragon Clan, the place where bones are buried

Mo lazily opened his eyes slowly and looked around at the hair-raising mess around him. The turbid and deep darkness did not have any impact on him, so much so that the 'remains' outside that were almost piled up into a hill were even lumped together. There was no fig leaf to cover it, and it just appeared in his dark eyes with a sad look, quiet and low-key, just the way a corpse should be.

The last time ‘Mo’ was offline was at 9:23 am on the same day.

At that moment, at least a hundred powerful undead creatures surrounded him furiously, trying to kill this stupid, arrogant human who broke into the tomb chamber without permission.

And now, ten hours and twenty-four minutes later, the uninvited guest who should have been torn into pieces and whose existence was wiped out from the soul level by the dragons is still sitting on the strange statue under him, unscathed. .

The 'spiritual guardians'' offensive at all costs failed to produce any results except for exhausting the power they had accumulated for countless years.

These loyal spirits cannot even touch a body that has been without a soul for more than ten hours and can almost be said to be at the mercy of others.

This is indeed something that sounds ridiculous, but what makes this absurdity become reality are the two ghost figures standing on the left and right of the fallen angel statue...

【prisoner】

summon creature

HP: 120600/185000

Physical value: 163400/250000

Traits: Distortion, Spirit Casting, Distortion

Skills: None

[Note: Huangquan is a prisoner on death row. 】

…

【Withered Soul】

summon creature

HP: 1/1

Physical value: 1/1

Magic value: 1/1

Sensitivity: 1/1

Faith value: 1/1

Rage value: 1/1

Traits: Reflection, formlessness, frenzy

Skills: NA/NA

[Note: A lonely soul in Hades. 】

…

The appearance of the summoned creature named Prisoner is quite close to that of a human being. It is about three meters tall. Its head is wrapped in some kind of black leather of unknown texture. It is filled with an exaggerated number of white bone needles, eyes, mouth and nose. The arms, ears and other parts are even sewn full of intertwined metal wires, which looks grotesque and terrifying.

Its upper body, which was naked in the air, was gray-white and full of explosive muscles. Every inch was branded with a curse like a ghostly talisman. Its wrists and ankles were wrapped with layers of iron chains, but the ends were not the ones that were easily associated with it. Instead of iron balls, they are four coffins stuck upside down on the ground like iron stakes. The two coffins locked with the hands are no different in size from ordinary coffins, while the other two are more than twice as big and must be at least four feet tall. It was only a little over 3 meters old, and its surface was engraved with the same curse seal as that of the prisoner.

"Owner."

As if sensing something, this strange-looking and not-so-intelligent creature turned around the moment Mo opened his eyes and bowed deeply to the latter. The hat on his head seemed to be focused on everything. The mask that wanted to kill the user moved slightly, and made a sound... like that of a middle-aged gentleman, which was completely inconsistent with his style of painting.

Mature, respectful and polite.

"Owner."

Another guardian also bowed his body and paid tribute to Mo Fushu. He was also a summoned creature that had resisted the 'Guardian' for more than ten hours. The appearance of [Withered Soul] was relatively normal compared to the [Prisoner] next to him. It is very petite, and its body that is always hunched is not as tall as a prisoner's hips even when it stands upright. It is wearing a dirty gray long coat, and its hair is dirty, long and dense, completely hiding its appearance. Below, at first glance, he looks like a wrinkled underage beggar gang disciple.

Compared to the prisoner, its voice doesn't feel out of place. Simply put, it's the kind of slightly hoarse, neutral boyish voice that can be uttered by both men and women.

"How much is left?"

Mo didn't look at them, he just raised his head, showing the face exactly like Mo Tan and Hei Fan, and asked lightly.

Perhaps because there was no possibility of being seen, or perhaps because the situation required it, Mo was not wearing his mask [Sealing Sin] at this moment.

"There are about 20% left, Master."

The prisoner immediately responded with its inconsistent and magnetic voice, and added after a brief pause: "Although the order you gave us before leaving was to protect this body, those garbage have been trying to Attack you, so we can only make some appropriate counterattacks, if we are not careful..."

"Kill more."

Withered soul stupidly finished the sentence for the prisoner who immediately shut up because Mo glanced at him.

"It doesn't matter."

Looking away from the prisoner who started to tremble uncontrollably, Mo glanced at the dots of pale blue ghost flames in the distance: "They are just some inferior puppets. It doesn't matter even if they are all killed."

"what do you mean……"

"I have already shown enough patience and sincerity. Let's get rid of those unsightly things before further negotiations."

Mo Tan stood up, walked slowly down from the [Fallen God Statue] that was stuck diagonally on the ground, and said calmly under the invisible gazes of the prisoner and the withered soul: "One minute."

"Yes, Master!"

"Great!"

In the next second, these two summoned creatures, which were not normal in every sense of the word, had disappeared from the spot and pounced on their 'prey' with joy.

Before a giant skeleton that was tens of meters long and constantly exuding a cold air could realize what was happening, its neck was broken by two roaring coffins, and the next moment it was violently penetrated through the skull without any resistance. The power is 'extinguished'.

Not far away, a bone dragon that seemed to be the same as other dragon corpses at first glance, but had three extra pairs of bone wings, two heads, and more than forty eyes was wreaking havoc among those of the same kind. The sinister 'Dragon's Breath' mixed with a large number of distorted attributes instantly burned down three times as many enemies as the prisoners.

There were only about thirty 'inferior' undead creatures left, and it took a full minute...

It's actually a little too loose.

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ten minutes later

Game time PM21:00

As if calculated, after repatriating the two summoned creatures that became increasingly noisy, Mo, who was traveling unimpeded, appeared in front of a stone door at exactly the hour.

This is the end of this burial ground and the entrance to another tomb.

"Sorry for bothering you."

Mo repeated what he had said earlier when he first entered this space, then raised his right hand and pressed it on the stone door in front of him that was huge enough for two adult dragons to pass through side by side: "I'm looking for Bosh... Gallon, please do me a favor."

Centered on his right hand, the dark shadow began to spread rapidly——

"You are very rude, young man."

A low roar filled with anger sounded from behind the stone door that was already two-thirds covered by shadow.

"Is it?"

Mo smiled noncommittally and said lightly: "I left you at least ten hours, Mr. Gatekeeper, and even thoughtfully arranged for two relatively docile guys to help you understand the difference in strength between us. There is a gap, and during this period, you can choose to open this empty door at any time instead of letting me knock on it myself when my patience is exhausted."

boom! ! !

The moment the shadow finally covered the door, it turned into powder in a dull explosion, melting into the air like fine snow before falling to the ground.

"I'll give you the same ten hours, you stupid rude fellow."

The cold golden vertical pupils stared at Mo without blinking. The owner of the eyes was a young man who looked to be in his twenties and had long flaxen hair. He was wearing a set of exquisite silver light armor and looked better than Mo. His strong points are limited. There are a pair of silver horns on both sides of his forehead. The back of his hands, sides of his neck, cheeks and other parts are also covered with silver scales. There is also a pair of dragon wings with a wingspan of about three meters on his back. At first glance, he looks like a young man. Half dragon.

But in fact, he is a silver dragon, a real, powerful silver dragon that has been dead for thousands of years.

"Spyro Davion, Gatekeeper of the Dragon Tomb."

The silver dragon that transformed into a human form stared at the young human in front of him, with cold anger burning in his eyes: "If you think that I am like those undead creatures that took countless years to develop a little consciousness based on the powerful body of the dragon family, then... Big mistake."

"Mo, a nobody."

Mo walked slowly into the Dragon Tomb, while casually looking at the exquisite reliefs around him and the thick layer of jewelry piled on the ground, he asked casually: "So, you said you also gave me ten hours. , just to make me think clearly that the real gatekeeper and the undead outside are two different things, right?"

Spyro Davian did not answer. He just held his right hand in front of him and shook it hard. He grabbed a short staff that shone with colorful light out of thin air and sneered: "I don't know the etiquette."

"bluff."

Mo Yan said briefly and concisely, then took half a step to the left without haste, dodging more than ten flashes of light that contained various elements such as fire, thunder, ice, wind, earth, etc., while walking slowly Walking towards Sparrow, whose face gradually became stiff, he asked in a tone like chatting with a friend: "The spatial structure here seems to be very interesting. If I guessed correctly, the so-called dragon tombs... should be attached to the front in large numbers. The subspace on the Boneyard, and the 'anteroom' you guard, is a place similar to a transit station."

"What do you mean... ugh!"

Sparrow was not able to finish his words. The reason was very simple. Just as he was staring at the human being in front of him who exuded a strange aura, and was about to brew a powerful magic that would make the latter unable to avoid it, he suddenly suddenly Target lost.

Not only that, the elemental arrays that Sparrow had carefully hidden in the alien plane actually lost contact with him at the same time.

"I mean, if you can, I hope you can help me lead the way, Mr. Gatekeeper."

"!?"

A calm voice sounded close by. Spyro Davian, who had real legendary level strength during his lifetime, and became a dracolich after his death and continued to improve himself, turned his head to look to his side in fear, and met that person. The young humans, whose eyes seemed to hide abyss, met each other's eyes.

At the same time, more than a dozen magic circles of different sizes and scales appeared around the two people along with a series of spatial fluctuations, firmly locking on their casters!

"Wonderful magical skills."

Mo raised his head and glanced at the well-structured composite magic arrays in mid-air, smiled at Sparrow and said: "If it were the 'Dragon Sage' Spyro Davian during his lifetime, I would probably be injured all over my body now." You can't even retreat. It's a pity that you are now so weak that you are not even as good as 20% of what you were in the past. Hehe, if the person who came here today was not me, you might still be able to rely on this artistic level of spellcasting to get around. It's a pity... ….”

He did not continue speaking, but as a spell caster, Spyro not only lost his target before his eyes, but was even quietly controlled by all the spells, he fully understood.

The unsettling human man in front of me is definitely not something I can stop now.

That’s right, I simply can’t do it now!

But if it was the Dragon Sage Spyro before he was alive, or the Dragon Lich Spyro before 'that incident' happened, no matter how weird the power this young man possessed, he was sure that he would be able to make it difficult for him to overcome the thunder. step!

Unfortunately……

"That dynasty that seemed to rise like a miracle ruined everything."

Mo slowly walked past Spyro and said softly: "They pulled the giant dragon standing at the top of the food chain off the altar. They made your loose country fall apart. They cut off the inheritance of the golden dragon lineage and took the giant dragon down. The pride turned into ruins, smear your dragon's blood on the battle flag, trample your pride under the dust, even the dragon tomb is sealed in the dust under these dead ruins, and it is difficult to see the light of day."

Sparrow clenched his fists tightly, turned his back to his theoretical 'enemy' and gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want to say? If you plan to tell me how the Sun Dynasty destroyed the Pride of the Dragon Clan, Bosh has already told me Told us.”

"I think it's a pity, because if it hadn't been for that accident, even if a young person like me broke into this place, it wouldn't have posed any threat to this mausoleum. And now..."

Mo sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "You... and your other compatriots who have not yet lost their souls and are trying hard to maintain this Dragon Tomb with their own accumulation over thousands of years, who can stop my blasphemous act?" ?”

Sparrow turned around suddenly, pointed the short staff with flowing light in his hand at Mo and said sternly: "Even if I fight with this remnant soul, I will..."

"You can only fight for this remnant soul."

Mo turned his head slightly, his eyes as sharp and cold as the abyss that chose and devoured people: "It's so pitiful that it makes people sympathize."

"you……"

"Maybe I can give you another way."

"Oh, is there a clear way?"

"A point of no return."

Chapter 893: End